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Port Hope, April, 1855. n>i III mill [i>ii ' >< a B iitfe 'M8^&- ii /f '/^/^,><1— //i^^$^i^^i^^^ / ^^ ,.5.v/^A ,^^^Ay^^^^-^ V >t^^;^^ ^^^2/ iv i.M JLI linjL I i«0£ Tl art T H E Bimi§ OF TIB CRIMIA: WITH OTHER POEMS ON THE illDst 8Icucl)ing & Jntetesting Incibcntci OF THE CAMPAIGN, BY MRS. ALFRED HAYWARD, TROM WELL AUTHENTICATED SOURCES. Otlje proceebs to be a^jplieb to tl)e patriotic Snvib. PORT HOPE, CANADA WEST : PUBLISHED BY J. C. ANSLEY, 1 856. OIV, 5S. Entebed according to the Act of the Provincial Legislature, in the year One Thousand Eight Hundred and Forty-one, "for the protection of copy rights in this Province," by Cakoiine Hayward, in the office of the Registrar of the Province of Canada, March, 1855, and at SiATiONEns' Hall, London. Printed at the British Ensign Office, Port Hope, C W. To His Eicillewct SIR EDMUND W . HEAD. Baron ET. HiR Majesty's Governor General i^mii ov British North America, m ) ^c, &c., ^., This Work is, with His Excellency's Permis SION, Respectfully Dedicated bV THE AUTHORESS ff^ri.. ^atrnnisf. Sir ALLAi, N. McNab, Kt., M. P. P. The Lord Bishop op Toronto. Hon. W. H. Blake, Chancellor Q. B., Toronto. Hon. W. Cayley, Inspector General, Toronto. Venerable Archdeacon of York, Cobourg. H. RuTTAN, Esquire, Skertf, Cobourg. Hon. G. S BouLTON, Legislative Council, Cobourg. Hon. J B. Macaulay, Toronto. D. E. BouLTON, Esquire, Ma7/ar, Cobourg. F. H. Burton, Esquire, M. P. P., Port Hope. G. A. Allen, Esquire, Mayor, Toronto. Rev. B. Cronyn, London, C.W. W. Nelson, Esquire, 3Tayor, Montreal. The Rev. H. Grassett, Toronto. Il > PREFACE. The writer of the following Poems is induced to offer them to the public for the benefit of the sorrowing- relatives of the Heroes of the Crimea, from the kind rcr.option portions of the little work liave received through their publication in the Bricish Ensign and other Coloninl papers, reciprocating the feelings of Patriotism which instigated their insertion. The same impulse encounters the risk of criticism, and presents them with all their imperfections to a generous and loyal people, for the benefit of their heroic countrymen, who fall in the service of their country, and offer to the invincible army of the Allies this humble tribute of veneration. Quoting Mr. DTsraeli. we may well say — •' Never has the young blood of England been more freely shed in a great cause ; the wounds of their relatives were yet too green even for the consolation of this House (the House of Com- mons) to assuage them. But he hoped the time would come when they would be solaced by the recollection ♦hat their relatives had fallen in a great cause, with their memories enshrined in a nation's gratitude." Also, as Lord Derby said in the House of Lords — " When we read the history of this campaign, there cannot be a heart that does not throb with honest and generous pride, that those much-enduring, all-daring, all-achieving men, were British subjects like ourselves." The sentiments of that noble statesman were re- ceived with tremendous cheers from all parts of that brilliant House, and if ever there was a time when we could be proud of our kin- dred to France and England, it is now, and were the treasure, the talents, or even the blood of this great Colony required, it would be freely offered. "With sucTi feelings these Poems are contributed, and should the sufferings of the mourners of Alma, Balaklava, and Inkerman, be in any way alleviated by this humble effort, the deepest gratitude and patriotic pride will be the ample reward of the authoress, Caroline Hayward, Ravenscourt, near Port Hope, Canada West, Jan. 1855. On the Alliance of England and France. Noble thong),} ! jn Fjvcdom\s cause, In 8U])port of nations' iaws, Those who once m dire array Met as foemen in the fray Greatest nations in the \yorld Thunderbolts of battle hurled, Now have met on Ahna's plain, Shed their noble blood like rain, Linked in freedom's cause and true, Those who fought at Waterloo ! May the olive branch of Peace, Once cemented, still increase. May their only strife now^ be. In the cause of Liberty ! Hark ! "La belle France" gives the cry, " En avant !" and instantly. Through the plain is heard a shout. Every vale and hill rings out. Echoing back proud Britain's cry " Forward, forward ! " win or die ; Thus are linked as brethren true, Those who fought at Waterloo ! 10 The Battle of Alma. MARCH OF THE ALLIjJD AR3IIES OX THE 19th. Mass after mas>:, in coinmns grand, Mar(;h onward ai their chief's command ; The Sim, on glitterin.^^ forests dense Of steei, pours down his rays intense ; Onward the warlike torrent prest, And j)rondly bcaUeach warrior breast : TJiOLigh marching under bnrninir sun O'er barren stej^pes, and day is o-one. Ere the command to halt is o-ivcn Beneath the cano])y of Heaven They laid them ck)wn to seek repose, And far the foeman's watch-fires rose. * *■ m # 'Twas Alma's morn, ere break of day The British troops were in array; II i 19th. No sound on)uirIe, oj. of drum The stillnes,- broke, brii busy hum Of many llioiisand voices rose From rank to rank, as iVom lepose Pillowed on earth's cold breast ihey spnino-, Where dews of night still ronnj them ching- Now rose the sun, and then anon The troops like waves of ocean come. Lord Raglan and his slafF appeared Before the lines, and lo.id were cheered. That British clieer which ne'er shall fail The stoniest foeman's heart to quail— They forward march, and sun at noon Pours down his ardent rays, where soon On fatal Al-aa's bloody stream O many a blissful waking dream Would ere that sun liad set be o'er With those who, brave, unflincliing bore The floating standards with the cry From British hearts of victory ! Who knows but blended with that shout From rank to ranJc rung joyous oni, Came thoughts of a far distant home, Or of some fondly cherished one, Who soon in unavailing woe May mourn him stretched on Alma low. * * 'Twas on the craggy heights which crown The rivers brink, where sweeping down 12 The Russians' fearful battorv stood, Nor sliellor aiimlil of jj;la(l(' or wood For Ikillsh lr<K)|)s, whilst hoomiiiggun AnnoaiKMMl ihc dtadly Ti^lil lu'ijfiin, Thai sweol the vale and river o'er, From hills rive hnndred feet or more — A hundred guns came bellowing out, Whilst ejuvnaue thick tlu'v dealt about * --■ »' Among our troi)j)s, who down must lie 'Nealh murderous imi ; till on our right The French have scaled the crairijv height — Now rushing on right gallantly, With bounding step they lightly lly Up, up tiie ste(^p ascent and on The awe-struck Russians sudden come, Where vainly thought they, naught could mount Saving the agile mountain goat ; They scaled the sides of deep ravines And rocky steeps, and then were seen From crag to crag to spread like Hame, As on the Russian host they came. W W TT Tf TT nr No longer could brave Raglan \vait. He knew the honor and the fate Of Britain, he might well confide To those true comrades by his side, And " Forward" cried, then, up they flew, Those serried masses, passing through A fearful shower of case shot, shell, 13 t — mount That rvery where around ihciu tell. And into Ahua's w ateiV dashed, Wliich into boilinj^ loam \v(Me lashed By deadly hail ol" inurd<M*ous tire, 'Gainst whieh, wilii slill undaunted ire, They strui^ifle on, still lirnily on, Tho' mowed hy <^rai)e and round shot dcnvn From those crowned hei«^dits with batteries dread That strew the; ii^round with valituit dead. Buller and Noreott's -'ties throui^h The trampled vineyards onwards Hew, And gallant Maude led on his troop Giving of daring courage proof. Now Adams, Pennefalher, Yea, With Evans, up the hill charged they. And Light Division with Sir George, Whose voice and gestiut; urged to charge — Brave fellows they of gallant chief. He's down ! when lo to their relief. He shouted " Twenty Third Tin right," And on, still onward led the light — Invincible that gallant corps Their shot-torn banners forward bore, Against a very w^all of lire. And roar of crashing volleys dire ! Now to their aid see rushing on The Guards and bonnie Scotsmen come, Their fire reserving till they reach The deadly breast-work, though a breach 11 By iiiurdorons flisclinrGjTs swopt Tlioir iron ranks (\'ic'li iiioiiicni cN^ft. The lime is conie ! witli uun wild clioor The glad command to '' T^'iic" I hey liear, From Gallanl Dujic -aiu] .Miohclf brave, One dash into Ihe ranl:s liicv ijavc ; Sir Colin with a dcafenin':^- checi- Cried " Nane hul Iliglihiiid ])onnets !;ere," But gallant Guards })ress on abreast And charge with bayonel in rest, They seize the deadly Russian gun, The glorious field of Alma's won. THE MORNING AFTER THE BATTLE. Again 'lis morn, but vrell [ ween No waking eye before had seen A sight so fearful as the rays Of rising sun that morn dis])Iayed. The very earth itself was red With blood of those heroic dead, Who stormed that terrible redoubt And put the enemy to rout ; That fatal battery of death. Where cheering still with parting breath, Our gallant regiments made their way Ere locked in death's cold arms they lay ! Upon the field so desperate won. Shone down the soft September sun, And with their faces to the skv, Id ?J my . f A score of nohic t'hicriiiins lie. A holy spot liial CriiiKNiii hill, And as on llio^e so rnliri, so still, One 5^azcd, lunv sadly rose 1:ic ihoui^hl Of fearful blaiii;s liieir fate had wrouijht In many a Iiappy English hearth, When.' now liaJ lied lis light on (^arlh! There Ciiester, Evans, Radelili'e, Young, Wynne, ijulier, AnstnUher, among The le-arful earnage' eaimiy lie, Where won tiie dear bought vietory — Dear bought indeed, for many a one Who hailed on Alma's morn the sun. No more would glance with eagle eye, Or forward h^ad victoriously. Alas ! idas ! wlial, tears will ilow For many a crested head laid low, Of gallant brave whose names shall dwell Enshrined in grateful memory's cell ; Names to their country's honor dear. Who shed their noble life blood here. Cust, Abercrombie, Stockwell, Rose, INIonck, Walsham, Braybrooke here repose, And Eddington, those brothers true, With vSeahain, Annesly, Montague, And many more above \\'hose bier Will How a grateful country's tear. * # * * # « And shall not n'c delight to share In England's tender love and care. IG For llio«!0 Ixvpirniljod ]\vr at llio cfrave or lUT (IcVolfd M>MS, wlu) ij^avc Willi clictM-riil will llu'ir lilc'.*. best blood, Ai^ainsl thr despot ficrco, wlio woidd IiKM'casc by tyrant lorcc his sway O'er weaker nations — well we may Be proud our u^ratitnde to prove, To that dear country who our love May truly claim — the orphan's cry, The widow's tears to soothe and dry Shall be our aim ; yos, Canada With grateTuI heart will gUn\ (Uudare, Eiiii^laiid, thy loved heart stirring name Will ever lond devotion claim. What, though the ocean roll between. Nought but a traitor's lusart I deem. Would wish the holy tie to sever That binds us to our country ever. And in their new home in the West, Beats many a loyal laithful breast, Who hand to hand would brave unite. Their watchword — " God defend the right." .>s*. To the Mourners of Alma. rht." Widowed inoil:(>j, \vlin in nnia^ni^li, Hows l|;y sad rMid diofjpinnr lead, IJojK'!c>vlv fhv life inn^» htiT-uislK For Ihc loved and litiioicd c'ead. Wife, who ne'er, O r.c'cr cgain, Will Lc fulccd lo ihPct Licast, Clasped in loving auv.s and lender, Vainly now ihcu f.cel:c:h lest. Child, who tender father moLims, Sad thy weight cf lonelincs?, In despondency foilom, Lowly sits the falheiless ! Sister, dropping tiller leais O'er thy much loved brother slain, He who shaied thy caily year?. Never to return again ! 18 f Father, who lliy gallant son Vainly hopcti iliou would lelurn, Ciownod with well-oainod laurels won, In thy heart what ancfuisli burns ! Maiden, who her lover weeps, Gone thy bright and happy dream, Mingled with the lorni that sleej)s By the jside of Alma's stream ! Father, mother, widow, ehild. Maiden, stay thy burning tears. Stay, O Slay thy anguish wild — Through the mist of future years, See his honored deathless name Blazoned in the roll of fame. Urging others yet unborn, By those deeds on Alma's morn, By their sad and honored fate, Of sueh glory to partake. Future ages yet untold, Will the noble tale unfold ! Proudly then, amidst thy sorrow And thy deej), heart-strieken woe, Thou eanst name that fatal day When thy lov'd one j)assed away, With his glorious feelings bright, And a name no breath ean blight, — - '^f^ 19 In his gallant |)ride laid low, And the laurnl oi: his brow. But a brighter crown we Irnst Will be his, when from ihe dust, At the r(\'<nrreeli()n morn On the winn^s of angel;, home, Where his Saviour is, shall he, Keign with him victoriously. m i< I ii ■i To the British Sailors who Showed such Noble Devotee ness to the Wounded at Alma. Honor to ll:cir m blc hcarlc!, Bold as lione: towards tl;c fee, Yet like gcnllc niii^c^ ieiider To their wounded bietliicn low. Sec how carefnlly they eairy, Sick and wonnded, dyii:g, sore, From the carnage of the Alma, To the transports on the shore. Eves that flashed with castle radiance, As they man them for l!:c tight, Now are seen to swim with pity. At the sad and wofal sight. Brawny arms of giant strength, Which but lately dragged to shore, Heavy guns and ammuniiicn, pently now the dying bcrc. :1L led such Lnded -: 21 Voices which but lalcly shouted. With stentorian cheer and cry. Hashed and genlk^ as a niollier's Whisper words to lllo^.e who die ! Honor to the British saikir, And their true commanders brave. Who un/iinchin,oly, nntirini^, Such untold devotion <?avc. Honor to the British railor, Ever on the ocean fice, Where that gallant iiag shall hover, Shall this tale be told of thee. In the tales of brightest glory, Blazoned with prond Alma's name, Deathless there enshrined shall ever, Be the British sailors' fame ! Rule Britannia ! o'er the ocean. Waves thy gallant flag and free, England's noble sons will ever True and faithful prove to thee ! ! I The Soldier of the Cross. Who are these with love untiring, Bending o'er the stretcher low, Heeding not the cannon's firing, Or the bullets of ilic foe. Words of sweetest comfort giving, Biddina: to the Saviour flee ; Speed, O I speed your sacred mission, Soldiers of the Cross arc ye ! Armed thou art with glorious weapons, Helmet of salvation thine. Girt about with Truth immortal. Shield of faith, and hope divine! Righteousness thy breastplate is, Thus equipped in full array. With the armour of ihy God, Speed thee on in Mercy's way ! I ] 23 On ihy brow thou bears't ihc sign, Al life's earliest dawn impressed Token that heieaf'.or ever, Failli of Christ thou would s't confess. Boldly then His name declare, Who to one and all hath said, " Look to me, and be ye saved. Of His church the living Head ! Wide unfold thy glorious banner, Hellish foes thou may'st defy, Sin, the world, and satan conquer. By that Cross whereon did die, Once for all the Lamb from Heaven, Great High Priest who now above, For the weary sinner pleading, Saves them through redeeming love ! Speed thee on thy sacred mission Faithful servant of thy Lord, Breathing words of hope immortal. Arm Ihee with the Spirit's sword ! As the precious life blood flows, From his many wounds and sore. Tell him of the blood that healeth, Who our sins on Calvary bore ! Tell him Jesus stands and ready Humble sinners to receive, ■U 24 Bid him " Wait not to make ready,'* Hid him lo '^ iielieve and live." Bid him ^)^iIl^• no other j^lea, Save, " Thy l)h);)d was shed for me," On no olJKM- Jet him stay, Christ tlie one the ouly \vay ! Honored mission thine to tell, Those whose faith may wavering be, Of the widow's God, who whispers, " Leave thy little ones to me." Speed thee on thy irlorions missicn, Humble-hearted, follow on. In the footsteps of thy master. Till thy heavenly crown is \von ! \ Note. — The Rev, George ^rocKLEn joined the Third Division at Galata near Varna, administering the Holy Communion to the officers and men of that Divis on on t'.at solemn occasion when they met for the last servic ; before leaving for Sebastopol. He was pres nl at the Batt e of Alma, attended the wounded and bu icd the gr ater pnrt cf the English who fell in that engagement. Hp then marched with bis Division on foot to Balaclava ; exposed for many nights and clays to the inckmency of tl o weather, with no covering except his t)lan' et, overcome with official duties, exposure, and excessive .atigue, he died shortly after his arrival. iil HI 'urn i if On Lieutenant Maxse, WHO VOLUNTEERED TO RETRACE HIS STEPS AT NIGHT THROUGH THE DENSE FOREST, IXFES TED WITH COSSACKS, TO DELIVER IMPORTANT DESPATCHES FROM LORD RAGLAN TO THE FLEET. i I Ride on! ride on ! ihoa gallant Maxse, Ride on, ihou bold and free, The sun is set, and thou must reach, Ere day, the Euxine £ca. Speed on ! speed on ! the Cossack fierce, Infests thy loneJy way, Through forest dense, and barren steppes, He lies in wait for prey I Ride on! ride on ! thy gallant heart Through thickest gloom will cheer, With thought that Brilam>s weal may rest Upon thy ileet career. I ': il! 2G Ricl(^ on ! ride on ! liis courser swifl, O'er fallen brunches ilow, Tlio only sound upon his ear, Nor onee the rein he drew ; Till mergini^ from the fore si drear, He speeds the stec}) hill o'er, Nor stays his charger till he springs Upon the Euxiue shore. To gallant Lyons breatiiless spake, " In Balaclava Bay, Lord Raglan hopes to meet the fleet. To-morrow's break of day." Well done ! well done ! heroic Maxse, By many a tongue shall be. Thy dreary ride through forest dense, Told far and wide of tliee ! The Battle of Balaclava, '"^"^ <''"'''"= "f' "ii: LIGHT CAVAUIY, TUKOIGU A MlSTAKE>f ORDER. Morn brolce ! around lite mountains grey, The fleecy vapours lightly play; Fresh in the briglu sun's glacl'ning beam, The sparkling waves below are seen— But hark ! the spattering musket roll, The knell of many a noble soul Sounds o'er the valley-and the roar Of booming gun is heard to soar- Debouching from the gorge are seen, With solemn stateliness of mien, Thousands of Russians marching on, With line of .guns, full twenty strong.' Their flashing sabres lit the vale, The Moslem hearts before them quail. And sight— 0, mad'ning to the brave ! 23 The cowards fled their lives to gave ; Nor check ihcir flight, till on the flank Of Highlanders they Ibiiri in r nl . Come on, proud Iliii'.sians, but to meet Men who from danger ne'er retreat, Firm as the mountains of their land, Calmly the Scottish heroes stand. The Russians halt — a silence still, One moment reigns o'er vale and hill, Then on they dash, — but ere they reach The Gcelic rock, that valorous foe With aim unerring laid them low : Now back still faster than they came, They wheel about mid r:moke and flame — One shout for Highland courage flew From rank to rank, and then anew The warnin;^ blast cf tir.'^pet shrill Announces denser legions slilJ, In bristling and compact array Advance in order to the Way. One thrilling cheer ! the Grays rush on — The Enniskillens too are gone — Into the columns dcnfc they dash. And disappear like lightning's flash ; Down fall the prostrate fee, and en. Still on they rush, impetuous borne ; As with one voice a cry to Heaven For those brave souls was instant given ! They're lost ! when lo ! as bolt from bow, !' 29 Dragoons and Royals clashing go : Down fi'll llio Kussian liois'j, and lly Far o'er ihc plain as scans I Ik.' eye — One Hriiir.li cheer oCi^lad deli^'ht Rang joyous oui from vale and height — " Well done" brave Searlell, 3 es, " well done," Thy laurel crow n is nobly won ! Now flush'd with victory tl:ey stand With reeking sword, and lein in hand, When Nolan on his tiery steed. Impatient to the charge to lead, Announces that lh(^y forw ard move, And deeds of lartl.cr valor prove ; " Advance !" and " whither" Lucan cries — For ranged in deadly form there lies The fierce-mouthed cannon of the foe, Ready to lay each warrior low ! Impatient Nolan w^aved his hand Where thirty guns all bristling stand — " There sir, your duty lies— the foe Behind ihem waits you — take them — Go I" Lord CarJigin the order heard. Bat while his lion-heart was stirred. He mourned the gallant blood with pain. That there must How, and flow in vain. Girded for death, each earnest eye Feels strong in duty's car.se to die ! Yet who can tell what passing pang 30 Within cucli htMtiriL;' licnil tlicrc r;m<2^, As thai all foarfiil edict c^;\\o 'Vhv summons to n soldier's ^ravc. Euilh, imd its lovely tliin£^s ap[)oar More lovely still as death dr.aws near ; Visions of love and honie nisli by, Soft loving voices inoiirnfnlly Whispei' farewell, — O aid him heaven, Who thus in dutu^H cause has given, Love, life, in all its radiant bloom, A noble od'ering to the tomb ! Dulji ! the magic of that name. In IJritish breasts lights valor's ilame, They onward s])eed, though each man knew 'Twas certain death he speeded to ; Proudly they swept hi glittering pride. The deadly plain, where oj^ened wide The flash of smoke and fearful balls. From which our bravest speedy falls ! They halt not — one bright (lashing ray Above their heads is seen to play ! One cheer / their death-cry it })roclaimed. And then the Russian guns are gained ! Down fell the gunners — but that band. Among them noblest of our land. Had given their life-blood to the foe. And oi) the gory field lay low ! The shattered remnant, sltll nhquailed, 01 On every side l»\ miiideroiis fin* And lln'ouii^lj \\\v dciidlv U^^^^ \c\\\c. — • Hul, Oil / how ('lijuigcd llial jL^alliint (N^rps Who !still iuiiid the carnii^i^ bore Thai lloalin^ standard of the brave, Which wavop above th(Mr bhiod-i^tai ned grave ! O, nol)h* luM'oes of ihal day, Ne'er from our liearls sucli vah)r may Be e'er forgotten, — high renown Will hand their names in glory down To latest ages. Sire to son Will tell the deeds of prowess done By those, who j^rompl at duhps call, Rejoicing for their comitry fall ! ! m » The Soldier's Vigil, The day is gone, ihc rising moon, In vuin attempts to pierce the gloom, Nought lights the heavy sky, save when A shell among our gallant men, Who nightly in the tienches stay, Is seen to win^ its murderous way ; When hark / upon the silence drear. What is it meets the listening ear Of one who walks the dreary space, To see each man is in his place ? Borne on the night winds nearer still, It rises o'er the distant hill ; Now swelling as the rising gale, Now soft as sweet Eolian's wail ; Then creeping forward, gently, slow, He sees in thick ravine below, A band of soldiers in the glen, 33 And as he gazed, ihere rose again The sound of praise, and lowly now, Each one with bended knee dolh bow, And fervently their prayer arose, Alike for friends and bitter foes •' Hear us Father, as we pray, Turn not thon thy face away, Great our need, our peril sore, For His sake our sins who bore, Listen to our earnest cry, Hear us Saviour or we die ! Hard beset with many foes. In thee give us to repose, Bless our Queen, and in ^^er cause, Faithful to our country's laws. May we valiant soldiers be. Never from the foeman flee ! Hear, we pray thee, gracious Lord, Who hast promised in thy word, Where shall ever gathered be. In thy name e'en two or three. That thou wilt an answer give. Hear us, and our sins forgive ! As the ebbing life-blood flows. May we on thy love repose, ' in thy tender mercy trnsf, When this mortal turns to dust ; Our beloved ones far away, Conjfort them, Lord, \vc pray / Bless our comrades brave and true, With thy love their hearts imbue, Be our tower and our shield, On the fearful battle field, Then in life or death shall we, Through thy grace the conquerors be ! And to those so cruel, fierce, Who our helpless wounded pierce,^ By thy precious life-blood shed, To redeem us from the dead. As thy pardon Lord, hope we. In our hearts let pardon be ! The Battle of Inkeman. !? 1 'Tis night^and heavy gloom and rain Set in o'er vale and height, As worn with harassing fatigue Our troops lay down till light Save where afar the sentries stand To watch the Russian host. 'Midst driving rain and vapors dense, Undaunted at their post. Hark ! 'midst the howling of the gale. What sounds break on the ear Of watchful sentry, as the noise Of wheels approaching near ? But no ! 'tis naught, and slumbering on, The troops secure repose ; Oh ! little deem they that the heights Swarm with their stealthy foes. 36 Nor do the city bell? which rino: Drear on the cold night air — The knell of many heroic brave Arouse them from llieir lair. And Codrington at early dawn Went the piqiiels to see — " All's well," the answer given him, No dan2"er conld he see. I '' " All's well," when lo ! the spattering roll Of miiskel through the air ; He turneil his horse's head to see The Russian legions there ! And bayonet to bayonet, In fearful charge is seen ; — Oh ! never, since war cursed this earth, Such fearful sight had been. Surprised, yet moving not, they stand Before the powerful foe, Contesting inch by inch the ground, Till death had laid them low ; For fierce artillery had been In gloom of night conveyed. To bear upon the British tents. And fearful havoc made. Now forming quickly, each brigade Comes with its gallant chief, ^ Adams and Penneratlicr's own, To bring tlieni (juick rcliof; Cat heart an(] Turreni^ onward speed And light division brave Rush with their noble general on To victory or the i-Ta\e ' Among them Erin's banner waves, How many a trrillant son, Of that fair Isle in (h>:ilh will lie Ere thai day's woii: l;e done :, And many an an-nishci heart will shrink At Inherman's dark name, Where fat.al ey|,res> was entwined With glory's vrrealh of fame. They're met at onee by mm-derous fire, From guns full forty slronn^ Brought by the sijhtle IV)e at ni<^ht To sweej^ tlic vale along. And yet, amidst this fearful fray, Brave Catheart onward led Unflinehingly his gallant corps, O'er heaps of slaughtered dead. But see where on the plain l)elow ^Gainst overwhelming force His men unecjual struggle hold, And spurring on his horse — Now in the valley see him speed, Encouraging his men, f'l-a I 38 But the dense le^^ions of the foe Had been ('Uiflankin'j lliem. Yet still he cheers, for even then, His stont heart failed him not; Still shouliniy, air llicy niorint the hill, " Your bayonets you've i,Tjt," When, as he rode, a deaflly llight Of bullets riishi?ig )5asl, One cheer tlicir gallant leader gave, He fell, his sj)irit's jiast. On Seyinoiir on.^ In \ain, in vain, That noble life is gone ; But Oh ! not long thy gallant chief, Shalt thou be left to nionrn ; His prostrate form lie ficvcc bestrode, To ward aside die foe, When instant throngb. ijiot faithful breast A shot in death laid low. Swyny, and Dowling, Wynne by him, All nobly fighting fell, And Goldie too, Ids death wound found, Within that bloody dell. The men, their lead:'rs gine, fight on And make their desj^erate way. With loss of full five hundred brave From out the aw ful fray. 39 'Twas not in open field, but ihrongh The thick and thomv lirnko, Whcie s\vanii."(l i]:o lei^Ions of llie fee TIjeir deadly path they lalce. The cni:<h of ^leel, the deafening roar Of gnn>i in lieree array ; Oh ! who can paint the fearful scene Of Inkerman's darl; day ! Hurrah ! brave Dickson, see him come, Willi eighteen pounders too; Gambler is down, but in his place Are others bold and true ; But Oh I alas, who passes by, On lowly litter borne, His while hair flickering in the breeze ? Sir George, can he be gone ? On yonder rising knoll, his staff Around Lord Raglan stand ; In vain the raging battle fierce Through rain and smoke he scanned ; When lo ! the messenger of death Among those gaUant men — A shell amidst them burst, and one With mortal wound fell then. It killed the charger bold which bore Brave Somerset that day, And ere its bloody work was done Tore Strangway's leg away. 40 Genile, as lionhearied, lie, The veleran, cahiily said, *' Will soiijii on;.' lift rnc uiT my horse ?" Dat soon iiis bpiiil lied. Fast ebbed his life blood, and al last, When carniod to the rear, He sunk to rest, but let'i l;ehind, A name to inemorv dear. He and his noble; comrades true, Cathcart and Goldie brave, Who by that lonely Crimean hill, Have found a soldier"'s grave. ^X Oh ! Inkerman, that dreadful scene Of slaughter who can lell. Where hand to hand each foeman fought Within thy lonely dell The daring deeds, the fearful fight. Despairing rallies made, And desperate onsets which ensued Within the darksome glade. Now, t'wixt the Guards and columns dense Of Russians thousands strong, Took place a bloody contest fierce, As eve was told in song ; Their ammunition out, nor know If friend or foe be near, I sC ,41 Without support, without rosorve, Assailed in front and rear. On gallant Guards, a scion true Of England's royal blood, Is at thy head, who valiantly The foeman hath withstood ; Unwavering biill, he "Forward" cries, Midst den?-est smoUe and flame, On gallant Duke, most worthy thou, Of thy right regal name. In vain, in vain, undaunted still They struggle 'gainst the foe ; A score of noble chieftains lay In death's last struggle low ; And half of that heroic band Had i'allen by their side. True Guards indeed of Britain's strength, Who for their country died. There Pakenham, Neville, Newsman, Blair, St. German's noble son, Heroic Allix, Bouverie, In death the victory won. Mackinnon, Ramsden, Malcolm too, Dalton, with Butler brave, Offered their heart's blood cheerfully, Their country loved to save. s. 42 Our gans are spiked, our gunners dead, Their columns gain the hill, Yet on again with shatiered front, The Guards will meet lliCin still. F\ill tliirioea timcii a1 baynneis' point Tliey cliiirge ti.eir biller foe, With the diininiyhed remnant left Of those in death laid lo\\\ Still rolls the tide of battle on, And up the heights they come : The Russians with their demon cry, When, through the darivsome gloom, Joy for our siruggling legiments see Appearing on the right, At pas de charge the Zouaves come And join the bloody tight. With light of battle on their brow Tie Chaseeurs d'Oileans few — * Right on the foeman's Hank they speed. The day was won we hnew. Their columns break, and to the vale We drive impetuous otff High mounds of dead behind they leave And Inkerman is won ! •The French behaved nobly. They attacked the eoeiry with ferc« reckless enthusiasm wh ch carried all before it. Their artilleiy bebartd splendid y and suffered heavily. ^k 43 Not unto us, but unto Thee O Lord, the praise be given ; The God of armies was our shield, Or else in vain had striven Our little handful 'gainst a foe Full seventy thousand strong; To him the God of battles then Let grateful praise belong. Inkerman. THE BATTLE FIELD BY MOONLIGHT. Above the vale of Inkerman, Calnnly the moon's rays fell, Revealing as l)y liglil of day, That deep and lonely dell ; Tchernaya's waters as a band Of silver graceful llowed, But who can paint the ghastly scene, Which those bright rays disclosed ! Thickly as leaves around the path Through copse and brush-wood dense, Lay piles of dead and wounded men, Slain in that fierce defense. The fearful moan, the struggles fierce, The hoarse and gurgling cry Comes on the night wind sweeping past, Of mortal agony ! ■!. 15 Aroinul were groups of comrades true, To sijccui^i" those who still From l)k)o(Jy contest bxealhiiig lay, Upon that fatal hill. Their slippery fearful way they lake Through path beslimed with gore, Ne'er on those Crimean hills had mooa Such sight revealed before. But who are these with noiseless tread, Who hurry fearful by, Now fling them down beside the dead, With soul-despairing ery. As trembling, with wild eager gaze, They search with sickening dread, And the moon's rays too sure reveal, Their husband with the dead ! Yet one redeeming feature still Those moonbeams yet displayed, Of men who with their British hearts Their enemies forgave. And tended gently, lovingly, Their cruel bitter foe. Who never yet had quarter given To our brave men laid low.* •On this spot the Russians kept dropping shells the whole night ; but their vindictive efforts were in vain ; all who lay in reach of their mis? Biles had suffered the last which they were to endure on earth. 46 For even then, above iheir heads, Came murd'rons bullets sent Among our brave and gallant men, On mercy's errand bent ; And some there were who fiendish slew. With their last parting breath, The very hand which tended them, Upon that field of deaai. M, ■ i; The Soldier's Burial. I The sun had yet — I'is parting glow Still li^Miled nptl.e plaiu lelow, The wind with low and howling moan. Came sweeping o'er the valley lone, When slowly up the steep ascent, As if on monrnfLd duty Lent, Some Horse Artillery appear, And midst them, on his lowlv bier. Lies Strangways,— neither knell, or band, Orfnneral pall could they command; No martial music to his grave A requiem to the warrior gave The cannon's dull and distant boom, The only music o'er the tomb Of that brave chief, who, lov'd by alJ, Upon that fatal field did fall. But others too are waiting there, That soldier's honored rest to share. fir 48 In valor often had they vied, In death they lay them side by side. Cathcart and Strangways, warriors brave, Who here have found a soldier's grave, And Goldie too, his last home there With many a gallant heart doth share, The gathered groups, among them some* Of England's best and noblest ones ; V/ith stricken hearts and bowed with grief, Yet nourish still the fond belief, Though low their warrior ashes rest, Their names will live in many a breast, Who mourns for those, their country's pride, Who for that country nobly died. 'Tis o'er ! yet mournful still they stand As loath to leave the much loved band. And tears start in each manly eye O'er those in glory lone to lie ; Oh ! not alone ^ the hopes, the fears. Of human hearts, whose bitter tears Must ceaseless flow, will vigil keep, Watch o'er the loved in death's last sleep ; And wild farewells, each breezy moan, Will waft o'er that far valley lone ! •At four o'clock, Nov. 6, Lord Raglan attended the funerals of Gene- ^iA\ l^ir G. Cathcart, of Brigadier Goldie, and of General Strangways. — They were buried, with eleven other officers, on Ca: heart's Hill: At the same time fourteen officers of the Guards were buried together near the windwill. There was not a drj^ e^^ at the funeral. To the Surgeons with tto Aimy in the East. Gene- 'ays. — A.t the !ar the », See amidst iho horrid fruy, Fearlessly xn ho inkcs his way, VVI.eie il.c shol nroi.nd him My, And (he dead a lout hiiri J[e, Spatteied wilh lie Mood diat /lows Every wheie /Vc.n fileuds ;ind fees. SiiJl his patl; ornierev Ijil es Nolhingcan Ins eoura^^c shahe. How his voice ^an scod.e and cheer, Though aside he sleds a lear, At the JiiTih:, he's forced to sever, Hand or heart must waver never, Such the only chance jcmainin- Of the mcum'd one life joiainin-'' Alma's lield alone could show. Well the gullaat soldiers knov^, n^ I I i I :< )\v\\ tu honor yuch indeed ' See whf'rc on I lie bnitle lipid. As Macliciizie inountt? tlie hill,'- How the air willi clieors llicy fill. See again, wliere ail alone. Where ihe sick and d^•in•J■ .^roan. One, with v.-ounded Rusf-in.nr? llieie.f None his ieartu.l wtjidi to bhare. O'er the liills non- di'^^appear Alma's victors, und his ear Vainly listens for the sound Of some well-luio\\'ii voice, hut round Gazing wildly, answers n( jic, fie must watch, und \v;it(li uJonc f Fearful thought ! lh;it fi^ must sUiy, W^iere those hitter tocuicn hiy, .? 3 *fSo unremitting was his ;ilt';ntion to ilie Ifighlauders, to wliom, tliongb a civilian, by a general order of Lord Ruglan, aclvnowledging his services, he had been attached, that aftor the battle the brigade, with one voice, askpd permission to give him three ciieers as he ^.ame up tlic hill. jIn order to look after their wouiids, a -itrgeon was left behind with these 750 men. 'J'his most painful and desolate duty devolved on Dr. Thomson, of the llth Regim^ut, Ho was left, under circum- atancea of the most fatal nature, upon the field of battle, not to attend to the wounded of his own army, all of whom iiad been removed, but to a Jarge body of Russians, many of whom— pcrsvmded that an Englishman •was little less than a devil — were prepared to murder any individual who might seek to render them succour ;ind as-istanee. Among such men was Dr. Thomson left alone ; h<^ bound the wounds of some hundreds of these poor Russian soldiers at the groat danger of his life, but nevertheless he escaped. He returned to hU duty in his own army, but it pleased Pro- vidence to remove him from his ?• hero of usefulness two or three days subsequently. His deauh was occasioned by the immense exertions he /.laa mad«^, and a disease whl'h he had thrreby contmcted. T)! \n<[ ih'' (l(';i(i w itli ujiUirij<'(l ( yt', (ikizf'd ;(tu! iVi'jid round liiiu li'- ! Awful \i^il! but he hipiuiis From tlie ioLitiisoine scene lolum, See hiMU^'er ihe \\ijundei.l i'oe, Stuiieh the blood., and bending luw, Soollie llie wretched siiirererV pain, Mh\<\ the luap.s ofiMlien ^laiii, JSolile lieart, w iiu viiril li^'l>t; On the iield ol' Altaa left ! f)ehind :ulvcd Ircum- md to It to a Ihman |l who men ?ds of leless Pro- days Ins lie See aga.in, \\ heie on ihe ri^ht Ka;^in- at it:- liercc>t iK.-iyiil, On thai dark and dreaduil day, Inkerrnan ! when in llje IVav, Roval Diike' was hard beset ; How the Rui^sian liorde was met, P)V l)r.i\e W'jh^on at the head Ot* a fjalianl icsv — and ll'.'d — Kre th(!V aimed the t'atal bk)W, Meant to hiy that brava? Duke low. lioiior to the Snr^'eons' name, Thev tov) li\e in Alma's lame ! "Tilt; Dlkk ok CAMiiiiiucii: at Ini:i:rma.v.v.— At one time, while the Duke was rally inc"' his men, a body of iiiissiaiis began to single him out, and to take shots at him in thi' most delil)erate maimer. A surgeon of a cavalry regiment, Mr. Wilson. 7th ITu«sar3, v^'ho M'as attached to the bri- gade, perceivei] the dans^^'r ijfhis Royal Highness, and with the greatest gallantry and coolness assombh.'! a f.'w nun of tlie Guards, led them to the charge, and utterly routed and dispersal tho Ru^siaiii^. The Duke's hor'?C' was killed in th(- ecur-r of the litht. The Christmas Homes of England. TI c Chrislmas homos of England ! Uow far-fumed and how dear ; In bright array ihcy ever sland, Thai ssrlad day of llic \ear ; When gathered round lie hearth-stcnc, The loved ones joyfid meet, With one aecord from fai and near, The ciicle glad to gieel. The Christmas homes cf England ! O, many a joyous i^row, Which ever yet hath hailed that day, Will sorrowfully bow, When this one now retmneth ; For they look, but look in vain. The pride and joy of that glad home, They ne'er shall see again ! I I 53 The Christmas homes of England ! In manhood's noblest bloom, On Alma's bloody field thy lords Have found tl.eii lowlv loinb ; The warrior grey, \\ hose stalwart aim Had prostrate hiid li.e foe ; And g illant sons ol" noble siies, By tliem in death lie h)\\' ! The Christmas homes of Englnnd ! Alike in peasaniV eol, Where hath the de,il!:-wail not l.een h.eard, Where halli it en:e rl no] ? And the widowe ! m )lhei silent Aveeps, And sheds th.e l>ili<'r tear, As fancy sees her g dlant boy, The cold nrroimJ f.)r hi> bier ! The ChrisUnas home • of Fnglai'd ! In tliat far-.')!!" Easicni Lmd, Wh;it thoiiiy'ils will If riw,il;(>!.ed .m mz that iri 1 mt !)'n How from seenf;^ so dark and feaiAd. Theii r spirit wi II 1: il,e Hi<dil r-i' To the bright home of their eliildhood, And the happy Chrisiinas iiiglil! liT ,! The Christmas lionics cf Knghmd The love of many yc>ar.s i hi Is turned info a ceaseless fount Of bitterness and tears; The mother and the widow, The maiden and the cliiid, They call ; but none shall answer, Those lovin" accents mild ! i .1 (), Christmas homes of England ! There's One, the widow's God ! Who, while He chastens, ))itielli The sad ones 'neaih J J is rod ; His arm beneath su])ported Thy loved ones in the field. And whispered, •■' Leave thy little ones To me, their God, their shield ! 0, Christmas homes of England ! Let all nnite in prayer, That He, the widow's God, may take Such to His s])ecial care ; And we to whom he spareih Our heart's best treasure vet ; The widow and the orplian, O let lis not forget ! The Aristocracy of Great Britain. From the castle and the hall, Eager at their country's call, Come her gallant sons and brave, Speeding o'er the Euxine wave ; One inspiring wish alone, F^roni the col to regal throne, Britain's ^lorv to maintain, Foremost on the scroll of fame. Such devotion sends the Peer, From his stately home so dear. From his luxuries and wealth, Risking comfort life and health ;' In the dreary trench to lie. Where the bullets round him tly. *Thcy landed, as most of us remember, without anything but what they could carrj'', and Ihey inarched beside their men, slept by them, fought by them, and died by them, undistinguished from them in any res- pect, except by the deadly epaulette and .'•word-belt, which have cost so many lives to the country. 53 From tlirxn voices f.mJ must sever VVliicli his life as y<'t, li;is ever ClioLMoil ; and n;»\v from that bright home, He iri;«y die, aiul die aU)ne ! Noble patiiol, Ijii; lin well M ly l)e proud sncli Ijve to tell, Foremost in the ti^\! will Le Britain's aristocracy ! Wjrtiiy of t heir noble nam?, Na!i;/ht their lion-spirits tatne ; SouKi the only s(-ion left, Oran)'):e h')ii«-e, wiV) \\-('pt Tears of an-^uish an I of pride, As they real of him wlio died, Olferin::^ np Iiis blood Mlic rain^ Britain's jj'Iovv to maintain. Loved an 1 hon )red e-.or he Britain's arisiocracv ! A Tribute to the Fallen Brave, KOT OMY ON THE BaTTLG FIE LD, BUT FROM PESTILENCE AND PUIVATION. Weep, for bitter tears must flow, Over Alma's blood-stained hei£rhL Over Balaclava's charf^e Inkerman ! that deadly fiirhi ! Weep for those whose gallant pride, On those fatal heights lie low, Youthful ensign, warrior tried, Not in vain such blood shall flow. But as throbs each Brilis.h heart, Quiciver at proud Alma's name. Weep again, o'er those who fall Victors, though on couch of pain. 68 For him no triurnphanl sound Of the Immpel greets his ear, Smitten by disease and low, None lo soothe, no loved one near. Proudly patieni, niueii enduring,* Sufl'ering cahnly lo the end. Cherished memory bequeathing To the land he did defend. *" The people of Knglaiid can scnrcely conceive tlie suflTeringg to which the troops have been exposed in this war, and the courage with which they have bore up against severe privations, and the fortitude with which they have endured their v.'ounds." !l A Voice to the Noble and All-Enduring Heroes in the East. A voice of woe has reached us, It bre.'ilvs upon ihe ear, A tale which makes each British hrart, With anguish throb to hear I It comes from those who ever faced Unflinchingly the foe, But now before Sebastopol, By suffering are laid low ! From Alma's hard-earned heights, Come burning thoughts and brave. And the voices of our warriors speak Reproach from their blood-stained graves Hush ! hush, the note of victory, Glory ! thy name suppress. Up, Britain up ! thy valiant ones Bestir thee to redress ! 60 Shout ! to the rescue England, To the rescue, be the cry, One voice, ore heart milled. In want, shall our brave ones die ? |) Brave heirts ! brave hearts, despond not, Your country comes to aid. And deep-enshrined in grateful hearts, The sacrifice you've made. No soldier there unheeded is, His Queen with tears and pride. Thinks of his sn fieri ngs patient borne, Who late in valor vied. Brave hearts ! brave hearls ! no murmur, 'Gainst iheir country loved has risen, They know full well each f2enerGus heart. How gladly ! aid has given. And they kyiow^ — with anguish bitter The NaiiojCs heart is wrung, That the aid so lavishly bestowed, Has not to their brave ones come. Rise up ! rise up ! England, And wipe from out thy name, This blot from some mijslerious cause, Shed on thy glorious fame. To the Nurses in the East. Daughters of England (hat chosen band, Who have gone lo the far-ofFEasloin innd, To knccJ by \\m concli of q.iivorin- pain, Where feebly iheic lingers ihe vital /lame. Honor'd ye are, it is woman's dower, Sorrow awaken- her spirit's power; Lowly and meek in thy mission Le, Worthy the honor assigned to thee. Woman, it was at her Master's fcot, Kneeling, annoinird wilh perfume sweet, 'Neaih the Cress, in that hour of feaiful gloom She stood, and was iirst at His early tcmb. And woman, the first wilh the messngc sivccl, " Christ is arisen !" the world to gicet ; Sinful and erring, Oh ! much forgiven, Over thee then was there joy in Ik-aven! I I 62 Woman, whene'er by the dying ear, Thou kneelclh, as shadows of death draw near, Where tlie languid eye tells the parting strife, W^hispcr sweet words from the Book of Life! One glimmering ray through the gloom we see, That Word of Lifo^, which is offered free, 'J'o the Moslem, French, and the captive foe, Healing and grace from its pages (low ! " Lo;)k ! an:I be swed," is its word to all, Like angel music those accents fall, Weary and way-worn, O bring not ye, Money or price, only " Look to me." England, O England ! there's hope for thee, Ever thy God will thy bulwark be. Hold fast the faith in the cot and hall, And thy island home, il shall never fall ! Hold fast the faith, — mid the battle's roar, Safe shah thou stand with thy sea-girt shore, And the God of armies. He, still shall be, Britain, a faithful God to thee ! The Graves of the Crimea. I hear u solemn strain arise,— it floats acro.^s the wave, A holy requiem for it comes from England's fallen brave, Tlie southern breezes waft it shore, And may each British heart enfold the message which il bore. on, it rests upon the It comes from Alma's bloody heights, where now in death's arrav, Lie side by side the hearts which bled, upon that fearful day. From where the band of heroes fought on Balaklava^s plain, Andlnkerman, where. softly sleep the heaps of fallen slain. !i h M 64 Hush ! the voices of our warriors dead, are speaking from their resf, By Alma's wave, and farther still by Inkerman's dark crest, *' We dio.^ our country loved, we die, with pride glad pride for ihee, nourished in thy grateful breast, our loved ones lei them lie." '* A precious, precious gift to thee, our country we be- queath, Oh take it, and Oh! thus remove the bitterness of death ; The prop, the stay, who fain would guard from tench of mortal ill His loved ones, now in death's cold arms lies motionless and still." Sound requiem through the halls, round which the oaks of England stand, Sound through each lowly hamlet, and Scotia's moun- tain land ; Sound through the glades of Erin, the words of paiting breath. And guard the precious gift bequeathed, by our hero sons in death. ^ Prom peasant's col ,o lordly hall, «„e bitter ^no^v lies, In prayer let British hearts unite, in prayer one voice arise, That He whose searching eye can read, the sad heart's deepest woe. May comfort pour on those who now lie desolately low. -^ 8. \i' i The Queen's Message to the Wounded Wafted ()"'er llie Euxinc \valer>. Hoar the message i>ladlv sent, By the first of EnghindV daiighier.^^, To her troops on duty 1)ent ! Tell the sick and \v(>unded soldiei, Who on weary couch doth mo.iii, Tliat afar is watching o'cn- him, England's Queen on regal throne ! Tell tliein, for full well I know, That my sym]:)alhy and care, With their Prince will valued be, Help iheir sufferings to hear ! Tell them that their Queen is ever Watching o'er them tho' away, On those noble fellows wounded. She is thinking night and day '. 67 \y\\\[r llio tftars of hiltor anguish, Fall o'er those my iallcu bmve, Give my siek and woimded soldiers All Ihe sympalliy they erave ! Speed the regal message glad, Cheering many a lieipleNhi mien, Xoble hearts in pain and siekness, Will respond "God save onr Qneen." A Voice from Canada. Hark! o'er wide *laniic's waters, Loudly swells the joyful tiierne, Canada with pride Avill ever, V>A\o back, '' God save the Queen." At his mother's knee the child, In his new home in the West, Learns from loyal lips the lesson, There implanted in his breast ! Fatherland ! from thee never, /.(. ^ight shall e'er our spirits w^ean, Canada, Ihy watchword ever, Joyful shout, " God save the Queen !" APPENDIX The Dream, 1 stood in a princely hall, and where Round me were galherdVJ ihe brave and fa r, Music in softest strains flew by, Flashing like gems was eacii radiant eye ; Joining ihe fair in the festal dance, Now the proud warrior lays down his lance, And the hand which but lately the sword had gmspW In love's fond pressure was gently clasp'd. But who of such lofty stature there, Comes to unite in the revels fair, Beauty and grace, in his movements are, Born but to rule, his the Czar, the Czar ! See the blush deepen on beauty's cheek. As that eagle eye to the heart doth speak. For the softest glance, yet how fierce in war. Is the eye of the proud Imperial Czar! II The dance has ceah-ed, nnd lio stands alone, Far from the scene has his ^pirii Hown, That spirit prond which no more can see, Aughl ol' the (hmcc or minslrclsy ; For oVr barren sicppcs it hus wanth'rVI far, Where the trumpet's bhist tells t)f fiery war. And his stron«4esl ciiv beleuLaieicd lies Hy the army brave of the bold Allies! Crushing the thoughts which his bosom swell, He leaves the scene, as the vesper bell, Of the dim cathedral calls to prayer ; The scene is changed, we beliokl him tbere ; Soft falls the light on the (tjiecjuer'd floor, And the form of Him who our deep sins bore, Is raised on high, whilst around are seen, Relics of those who have sainted been. Still dreamed I on, as sweet chaiinting stole With soothing accents upon tlie soul. And (juivermg banners above were hung, While incense sweet thro' the air was fiung ; Now rose with triumphant swell the strain, Then with plaintive sw^eetness it died again; And the long aisles echoed its dying tone, Till it ceased in a low and farewell moan. Hush'd is the strain, but its tones seemed fraught With pain and dread to the conqueror's thought, f Ill f 1 • > And there xwcpl o'er lii> brow a dropcr ^ij^loom, As if it IkMoIvCuit] nivslcrioiis dotuii ; For tlic workin.^s licrce in tli;if iuiL,HilY luf'.'ist, Of reinorso and passion forbade biin rest; And near to iIm- allar's step he canii', Tu seek for peace from liiil [)assion's (lame. The Priest advanced, and that proud form slioolc, As the sacretl bread in iiis hand he loolv ; He bowed his liead lo the marble floor, But cold big dro})s on his brow he bore, For a shadowy fiand on the wall pass'd by, And lie knew 'twas an omen w hich callM lo die Then a voice which but he alone could hear. The summons gave ihal he soon aj^jx'ar — Before the dn'one of the King of Kings; Still on his ear ihat dread voice rings. The Priest beholds him with awe, who dare, Encounter the ray of that eye's lierce glaie ? He turned that eye on the casement dim, And shadowy forms rose up lo him. Bleeding' and dvini^:, who still enfold, Their banners around them in death's last hold. He gazes still, and a weeping throng, Widows and orphans come sweeping on, And he hears their low and bewailing cry, For their bosoms lords who have ffone to die. IV And beyond in ihe barren siej)peh: below, Lie Russia's serfs? in ihc dril'ted .snow,* While) a glorious form i:s hovering nigh, The avenging angel wiUi bwoid on high ! He sees it all — and a secret pang, Through that all unconquered spirit ruiig, And I turned to look on ihe conqueror diead, I woke, 'twas a dream, and the vision fied.f •20,000 seifs are said to have perished in the snows of Simpheroiiol. fBy a singular coincidence the astounding news of the Emperor's death arrived the day after the above was written. - Tc the Reader. opol. leror i U haply Ihat my humble lyre May wake some noble spirit's fire, If yet a deeper thrilling lone One British heart may proudly own, As reading of those heroes brave, Who died their country loved to save, If haply in their Western home That pealing word. Old England's tone. Recall some hallow'd home of old, Where sleep their fathers hxave and bold. Homes which in treasur'd memory lie, From which her sons have gone to die; Invincible, have side by side Laid down their lives in manhood's prido ; If England's Queen with firmer hold. Shall here one patriot bosom hold, If but that in one bosom swell Still deeper pride for those who fell, \ / VI If but for Enqlanrrs Queen and land He wjiitj^ alone ior her eommand, From Canada an oHerlnijf meet To lav his life down at her feet, Nerved by those hearts w hose ('rlv>i;son Maim Was not at Alma shed in vain ; Then not ifi vain mv humble lav For generous breast it never mny Crush elfort from the heart sineere, To soothe the suirerinj^ mourner's tear. Go forth iher to my own loved land, Perehanee some well beloved hand May turn thy pa^es, or an eye Which hath not vet had tiime to dry. May scan thee, — but if falling tear Be on thee slied, o'er those whose bier On Crimean hills i^ laid, O may Those sorrowing ones from that dark ihij Yet comfort fmd — for time ^lihall never That lost one from his ('oimtry sever r, Where'er a British heart is found 'Twill beat res[K)nsire to the sound, Of those whose bright and deathless fiimCf Fresh glory shed on Britain's name ! 1 ERRATA. Tenth line, page 39, read tico, for too. Second line, page 45 T(t^Amccour,ioT sue or. First lir.e, page 04, read ivannor for warriors. Fourtl. Ij le, page 64, read br, instead of lie. ^J'enth line, page 68, read (iif<:ht for ondit. Printed at Iht Britii,h KiiMgn Uflice, I'ort lloiiv, C. V\ .